Losing the One
by AnnKa
Summary: This takes place during "Magnum Opus" in season 8. Reid is dealing with his loss and Emily decides to fly in to get a hold of him. But at the end he might turn out to have some good advice for her as well. Reid/Emily friendship in the first chapter, Demily the rest of it.
1. Chapter 1

Here is a little something that had come to my mind watching the latest season 8 episode. As always thanks to the fabulous Kendall for proof reading and giving me advice.

CM isn't mine, or this would have been in the show.

**Losing the One**

She walked up the long staircase to his floor. It had been two weeks and she had wanted to be here so much earlier, but he wouldn't let her. Reid hadn't wanted anyone to come to the funeral. He hadn't even talked to her since that day and all she knew was what their friends had told her over the phone. She had been ready to pack up her bags a week ago, but then her job had gotten in the way and now that she was finally free, nothing had stopped her from flying in. Her hand knocked softly against the wood, while her eyes took in the baskets left for him. Garcia had tried so hard and she could see the love her friend had put into each of them.

"Go away."

She raised an eyebrow at the door, before knocking again and speaking:

"I didn't sit in the uncomfortable plane seat for six hours, just so you can tell me to go away."

She could hear his footsteps and finally he actually opened the door.

"What are you doing here, Emily?"

She gave him a small smile and a raised eyebrow. Reid looked terrible. His eyes were blood shot and the clothes looked like they hadn't been changed in days.

"Can I come in?"

Em could see in his face that he was about to say no, but the fact that she had flown in from a different continent seemed to stop him in that action and he slowly opened the door more widely. His apartment looked worse than he did. Books were stacked on the floor, while others lay open on the couch and little table. A blanket on the couch indicated that he had spent at least one past night there. As she heard the door close behind him, she turned.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry."

"I don't need your pity."

"I'm not pitying you. I'm just truly sorry that you had to lose her like that. I wish you two would have gotten some more time."

"Well it's too late now." He sat back down on the floor, where he had sat before and stared at the wall. She sighed quietly, before moving to sit next to him. Emily didn't know what she could possibly say that could make him feel better, because really there wasn't much. She only knew that something needed to be done to open him up and help him work through this terrible loss.

"Tell me about her."

"What?" Reid looked at her incredulous.

"Tell me about Maeve." She encouraged him again with a small smile.

"It hurts too much."

"Yes it does, but memories are the one thing nobody can take from you."

"What do you know about losing the person you love?"

Emily didn't respond but stared towards the window. Reid usually a genius was oblivious to the shimmer of hurt that had flickered through her eyes and she was fast in hiding it, before he could have taken a closer look.

"Two years ago, just around this time I got a phone call. It was an old friend of mine. A coworker. Deep down I knew that I was in trouble when I first heard he had called, but I was hoping he was just in town and wanted to catch up."

She glanced over to Reid and although he refused to look at her, she could see that she had his attention.

"Within two months I lost everything I had lived for the six years before that. Doyle…" She still had a hard time saying his name. "He managed to take everything and everyone that I loved from me."

They sat in silence, as she wanted to give him some time to think her words over. "I never got to say goodbye to most of you. I knew that Hotch and JJ were miserable because they had to lie. I broke Penelope's heart and her perfect little world into pieces. Rossi is like a father to me, and I know what it is like to lose a child. Derek, of course, beat himself up, although he was playing the strong one and you…" She glanced over, hoping he would look at her.

"You, Spencer, are like a little brother to me and I was so worried that I would be the reason why you would go back to the drugs. I was worried that your headaches would get worse and that nobody would be there to tell you to go and see a doctor."

Emily noticed the pain coming back to his face and realized her mistake. Reid had gone to see a doctor. Maeve had been one of the specialists he had been consulting with.

"Sitting in Paris and not being able to do anything about it, there were days when I just wanted to die. I thought it wouldn't make a difference, because I had lost what was most important to me and technically I was dead already."

"You could come back. She can't."

"At this point I didn't think I could ever come back. I didn't want to risk your life and if Declan hadn't been kidnapped I would still be sitting alone in Paris." She swallowed at the thought. "Spencer what I'm trying to say is that I would probably have ended everything right there, if it wasn't for the memories."

Reid was quiet and so Emily continued in her story.

"One day I was ordering some Chinese food. At first, I thought it was horrible because it reminded me so much of back home. Then, I remembered one of our team nights. I saw all your smiling faces in front of me and I knew that you are okay, because I was in hiding. You were still out there smiling or at least I was hoping you were."

"Emily I never saw her smile."

"I also remembered conversations. I would walk somewhere and a certain sound or building structure would bring me back to a memory. One day I was shaking a hand and I remembered the first time I shook Morgan's hand. I heard his voice saying his name again just as if he was standing next to me."

"She told me once that we couldn't be in touch anymore, but I called anyway and she answered."

Emily smiled, knowing that she had gotten him to think.

"I had to hear her voice again."

"Maybe Garcia can retrieve her voice from a voicemail or something like that." Emily had already heard that he had refused to look at Maeve's picture, but her voice had a different meaning to him.

"I could be myself whenever I talked to her. She understood all those things that I usually get weird looks for."

"You still can be that person."

"Not in that way." His voice grew sad again.

"Don't forget that she can live on in your heart as long as you want her to."

"I won't be able to talk to her."

"Write her letters."

Reid finally turned his head, surprising her with the sudden reaction. He studied her for a moment. Spencer needed to be sure that he could trust her. The thing that he was about to say was too personal to share as the new discussion topic of the whole team.

"I never got to tell her that I love her."

Emily swallowed not sure how to respond, but finally she followed her heart. "I'm sure that she knew that."

She saw how he opened his mouth to protest, but lifted a finger to stop him: "Have you ever heard of the 5 love languages? Your consistency of calling her. You refusing to meet her for her safety. You sending a whole FBI team out to find her when she was in danger. You offering to give your life for her. That was your love language." She had cried when she had heard about his last try of saving Maeve's life. "You don't just offer to die for someone Spencer."

Emily watched the silent tear travel down his cheek.

"She knows that you loved her and we both know that she loved you back. You and her, you have memories together that neither the team nor her stalker have any access to. Their yours!"

"Thomas Morton."

She barely heard his whisper.

"The one thing she can never take from us."

"Nobody ever will."

"We only had six months."

"And a lifetime of memories," she gently reminded him.

Spencer had his hand glide to the book that had still a ribbon around it. It had been sitting on the table in front of him for the past days. He hadn't been able to open it up knowing every word by heart anyway.

"You know, when I was in Paris there was one thing that made me feel better. I knew that you had each other. The team would help everyone to find the strength to get through it and I hope that Maeve, wherever she is now, knows that the team is here for you now as well."

Reid got up and began moving stuff around. After a while, he disappeared into the bedroom. Emily didn't know what he was doing, but she assumed he needed some time to collect his thoughts. When he stepped back into the living room, she noticed with surprise his changed outfit. It looked like he was actually planning to leave the house now.

"She would have liked you."

Emily smiled as she still leaned against the couch, her eyes on the book he put back down.

"I like her too."

"You never met her."

"Spencer, I know all about her that I would possible need to know to like her." She gave him a pointed look: "She made you happy and smile. So I'm sure I would have loved her."

"She was the most amazing person."

"I know." Em got up from her position on the floor and walked to where he was standing. "So what is the plan?"

"I'm going to fly to San Francisco. I think I know what they need."

She raised a surprised eyebrow, but didn't respond. Him wanting to fly to the team was certainly a surprise, but she was not going to stop him now that he finally picked his life up.

"Okay, let me give you a ride to the airport."

Reid nodded and grabbed his bag, before following her out the door. For the short ride to the airport both remained silent, trying to collect their thoughts. It was not until he was about to open the door to get out of the car, when he spoke again.

"Since you are here…" He glanced at her: "You should tell him."

"Tell whom what?"

"Morgan…" He stopped when he saw her expression change. "I didn't have a chance to tell Maeve that I love her. Do you really want to wait until you don't get another chance either?"

Before she could respond, he had left the car and hurried to the building. She was stunned by the directness of his words, as he was never one to talk about other people's love interest. She watched as the door closed behind him and sighed. Emily hadn't even realized that he had known about those feelings, but it probably hadn't taken a genius to figure it out. Her eyes left the building and she tried to focus on the road, but all she could think about was his last words: Do you really want to wait until you don't get another chance either?


	2. Chapter 2

There have been a few changes, the characters are now Emily and Derek, also we are more in romance than in friendship now. Sorry for all the Reid/Emily shippers I kind of disappoint, but there is just nothing over Demily. Also there will be a third chapter, whenever I have the time to write it.

Thanks to Kendall as always.

**Are you saying?**

**Never** say goodbye when you still want to try. Never give up when you still feel you can take it. Never say you don't love a person when you can't let go.

It had been a long day for him. After coming back from San Francisco, he had been working on the paperwork he needed to catch up on. It had been a relief to see Reid come in to help, but at the same time, he still didn't know how to help him. In all honesty, it had surprised him to see the younger agent. Derek knew what it was like to lose the person you loved. He knew what it was like to watch the person you would do anything for her die right in front of you and he knew what it was like to not being able to do anything about it. He knew what it felt like to carry the casket of that one woman that could have changed your life forever, without ever telling her how special she was.

Derek shook his head to get rid of the dark thoughts. The thing was that he had gotten his second chance and he had not taken it. Quite the contrary, he had watched her walk back out of his life, without doing anything about it. Now she was in London and he felt like he had lost her all over again.

He closed up the open file and put it on a pile that never seemed to leave his desk. He then put on his coat and finally left the office. As usual, he was the last one to leave. He didn't know when he had taken that spot from Hotch, but he definitely had. Probably because Hotch had something to go home to, while he was just going there to sleep and sometimes eat.

The car ride gave him time to consider what his options for the night were, but after thinking about it for an hour he still couldn't find anything that could possibly satisfy him. All he could think about was Reid and Maeve. There wasn't any way that she would come back. He had felt for her pulse himself and there hadn't been any. From the sad story of his close friend, his thoughts kept wandering to someone else. The brunette was always in his thoughts, but ever since he had witnessed Maeve's death she seemed even more present.

He steered his car into the driveway and then hurried to the house. It was a chilly January day and he saw no reason to spend more time than needed outside. He had just put the key into the lock when he heard a groan. His hand immediately reached for the gun at his belt and he was about to aim, when he could make out who was sitting on the bench on his front porch.

"Emily?" His voice was incredulous when he made out her small figure, surrounded by a puffy winter coat.

"Hi." She said sheepishly as she got up from the chair and moved closer. As he took her features in in the dim light he realized that her lips were turning to an unhealthy purple color.

"How long have you been sitting there?"

"A while." Long enough for her to actually nap off when the jetlag hit, but she would never admit that to him. "Reid called me when you came back to town."

"Wait Reid knew that you were in town?"

"Yeah I talked to him, before he flew out to meet with the team."

Suddenly at least that change of mind made sense to him. Whatever Emily had told Reid, it had done wonders, and he was even gladder now to see her. As he took her in again, he noticed the shiver that went through her and he immediately felt bad for questioning her in front of the house. He hurryingly opened the door and ushered her in. After taking his own coat off and helping her with hers, he guided her to the living room where he found some thick blankets to cover her in.

After she was huddled up on the couch surrounded by blankets, he left for the kitchen to get some warm drinks for both of them. He was considering pulling out the last two packages of tea he had, but then he remembered her mentioning how sick she was of the British national drink and started preparing some hot chocolate instead.

When he returned she had already removed one of the layers of blankets around her. The warm air surrounding her had hit fast, but she still didn't resist the warm cup he handed her.

"So how long were you out there?"

"If your clock is correct, about two hours."

"Why didn't you call?"

"I might have forgotten my phone in the hotel, and the cab had already left when I noticed."

In fact, she had left her phone behind for the very purpose of not being distracted by anything. The idea turned out to be not as wise as she had originally thought, but nobody needed to know that.

"Two hours?"

"I went for a walk, but there is only so much to see in this neighborhood."

"The lady living next door would have let you use her phone."

"I didn't know that."

He raised an eyebrow at her knowing too well that she could have tried if she had really wanted to. She smiled sheepishly, focusing her attention on the hot chocolate in her hand. Emily had indeed considered asking a neighbor for help, but had concluded that she would never come back with the same intentions.

"How is Reid?" She then asked, mainly to change the topic.

"He is hanging in there. He asked us to come over and help clean his apartment tomorrow."

"So he is trying to move on?"

Derek nodded slowly. He remembered that it had taken him a lot longer than two weeks to make that step. His house had been a disaster months later and he couldn't have cared less, as he spent many hours in the office, trying to find Doyle.

"So why are you in town? Did Clyde order you to come here?"

"Actually it's considered my vacation." She smiled softly. "I wanted to make sure Reid was okay. He had me worried not answering any of my calls."

"He worried all of us." He gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Well, being all the way in London made me feel even worse. I felt like I had no way of reaching him."

"He wouldn't let any of us in."

"I guess I found a good moment then. It was good to talk things through with him. I don't think we ever really talked about what had happened with Doyle and how it had affected us."

"Neither did we." The words came over his lips before he could stop himself and his face immediately grew guilty. "I didn't mean it like that."

She sighed: "That is the reason why I was waiting for you. We should talk about it."

"Emily we are good. Life has moved on, you are still alive and everything is great."

"Life has moved on, yes. But we never talked about it." She didn't even know what "it" was. Was this really about Doyle or was it rather about something that they both pushed to the back of their mind, wanting to ignore?

"Doyle died over a year ago. We need to move on eventually. You moved on." Again, the last sentence was not supposed to be actually spoken aloud.

"I couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't the same."

"There could have been other ways than moving to London."

"I had to." Her voice was about to break when she pushed the words over her lips. Indeed, she had seen no other way of escaping the turmoil of her feelings six months ago. Working with Derek day after day, after everything that had happened, it felt wrong to keep going in the same path. The feelings just hadn't disappeared again.

"When Doyle was threatening to kill us, that's when you had to. Moving to London, now you had other choices."

He suddenly stood, not knowing what he was doing, but then decided that he might as well bring some distances between them, since he was up. As his back faced her, he missed her hand wiping away tears hastily.

"Staying here was getting so painful. Leaving after Doyle's attack changed so much and then coming back it felt like all those changes had to be suppressed again."

"You could have stayed. There are a lot of jobs for you in this area."

"It wasn't about the job."

He turned with eyebrows raised at her as she whispered the words that seemed to change everything. Her explanation had been that she didn't want to do the job anymore and now she had changed her mind on that.

"What was it about then?"

"You." The whisper was so quiet that he wasn't even sure, if he hadn't just imagined it. He stared at her in silence and finally she opened her mouth again to speak. "In Europe, when I thought I would never see any of you again, I allowed myself to mourn over feelings that I had been hiding for a long time. I thought it didn't matter anymore, because it didn't make a difference, but then suddenly I was back in D.C. and those feelings I had allowed myself to admit were right there with me."

"Derek I tried so hard, but I couldn't lock them away again and working with you made it so painful, because I was constantly reminded of what I couldn't have."

He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. He had expected a lot from the night, but not her talking so openly about her feelings. She was never open like this, not even with him and he always felt like they were closer than the rest of the team.

"Are you saying…" He stopped mid-sentence; worried he had misunderstood her after all.

"That I'm in love with you, yes."

"Emily."

She had gotten up from her seat, leaving the blankets behind, while putting the cup on the little table. "You don't have to make it more complicated by explaining me that it wouldn't work."

She smiled at him, before turning towards the hallway. She made it clear to the door, still fumbling with her coat, when he finally started moving.

"Emily, I love you too."

He could see her tense and pause in her movement for the smallest moment, but then she continued putting on her coat. "You don't have to say that, just because I did."

Derek stared at her with disbelief. The woman he had just admitted his love to, and openly admitted to feeling the same way, was about to turn him down? This couldn't really been happening.

"Emily, you don't understand. I'm not just saying that."

"But why did you let me go, if you feel the same way?"

He didn't have to think about that answer: "Because I was stupid and thought it would make you happy to leave and really that was the only thing that I wanted more than being with you. You being happy."

At least she had stopped zipping up her coat now.

"I booked a ticket to London." He had grabbed his coat and pulled out a piece of paper, staring at the date on it: "I lost you when Doyle hurt you. I got you back after that, but then I stood there and watched as I lost you again, because I noticed how unhappy you had gotten in the BAU. I let you walk away from me, hoping you would be happy again."

"I was happy Derek." It was a soft whisper and when she turned around, he could see the tears on her cheek. "Whenever I was around you I was happy, but then I always eventually remembered that I couldn't have it, because we worked together and I didn't want to make things awkward by bringing it up."

"Well it would for sure have made things easier, if we had talked about it." He smirked at her, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling back. He stepped closer now handing her his printout ticket. Her eyes went from the name to the date and her eyebrows rose in surprise as she realized that it would have only been another week until he had shown up on her doorstep. He slowly closed the distance between them and carefully cupped her face.

"I love you Emily Prentiss and I never want to lose you again."

"I love you too."

Before she could say anything else, his soft lips sealed off her own in a gentle kiss they had both longed for in a long time.


	3. Chapter 3

Thanks everyone for the reviews. I appreciate them. As always thanks to lovelover123 for finding the little and not so little mistakes.

**Cleaning up**

Sleep was slowly leaving her as the penetrating sound kept disrupting the silence around her. For a moment, she thought that she was back in London and whoever was calling needed her in the office for some kind of an emergency. She then realized that the ringtone wasn't hers and memories slowly floated back into her consciousness. A small smile came to her lips as she sensed the warm body next to her own and she snuggled closer, but the happiness was soon forced away by the annoying ringing of the phone. She softly tapped her hand on his chest to wake him, but he just grunted and seemed to ignore her.

"Derek." She finally spoke in frustration.

"I have the day off, it can't be that important."

Finally, the ringing of the phone stopped, but Emily had barely relaxed back into his arms when his cell phone went off. She opened her eyes and gave him an annoyed glare. As he didn't react, she leaned over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. When she saw that it was Reid's number she fell back into the pillows before answering the phone.

"What do you need?"

"Emily?"

"Yes, Spencer it's me."

"I could have sworn I hit Morgan's speed dial."

"Oh you did." Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see that Derek finally opened his eyes and stared at her, while Reid on the other side gasped for air.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You didn't interrupt anything, besides possibly his snoring."

"I didn't think you would actually take my advice." The genius admitted.

"Thanks for making me."

"You are welcome." His tone grew sad and she realized again, why he had been able to give that advice in the first place.

"I'm sorry Spencer. Why did you call?" She willingly gave him an excuse to change the topic.

"Oh yeah, Morgan said he would come over to help with the clean-up and well everyone is here, so we were wondering where he was."

"He mentioned that last night." She glanced over to where he was laying and watching her. "Give us half-an-hour."

"Okay." Reid's voice sounded a lot more excited now that he hung up.

Emily finished the call and then turned over to face him. She was barely able to finish the movement when he drew her closer and placed a kiss on her lips.

"You forgot about Reid's cleaning party."

"Right, because I don't have anything better to do." He leaned in to kiss her again, before he started to work his way down her neck.

"I told him we'd be there in thirty."

"Em, everyone is there so it doesn't matter if I come now or later."

"It matters to him."

Derek groaned in frustration and let go of her: "Right."

He sat up in his bed. It wasn't like he didn't want to be there for Reid. It had been him, who had made the suggestion of a get together, but his first morning waking up next to the woman of his life was supposed to work out differently.

"Okay let's go." He swung his legs out of the bed and was about to stand up, when her arms wrapped around him from behind and a soft kiss was placed on his neck. Derek turned around meeting her lips for a hungry kiss. Just when he thought she had changed her mind, she broke away and got up herself, only wearing one of his old FBI shirts, which didn't make it easier.

"You are killing me, woman."

She smirked as she opened one of the drawers of his dresser looking for a shirt she could wear. She left all her things in the hotel room not daring to even hope the night would turn out as it did and she didn't feel like wearing the clothes from the night before.

"Looking for something specific?"

His arms wrapped around her as he spoke.

"Well I don't have a lot of clothes around here."

"We should change that." He placed a kiss on her shoulder, before moving towards the closet and opening it. Finally, he found what he had been looking for. An old sweater he had never worn, since the size tag had been wrong.

"Probably still too large, but that's as close as we are going to get without driving to your hotel first."

They both got dressed and made their way to Reid's place, both carrying a cup of coffee with them. The sweater looked big, but not too big to make it obvious to everyone that it wasn't hers. As they entered the apartment building, she grabbed for his hand, before starting to make it up the stairs.

"Don't push it, Princess. You look way too hot in my clothes."

Her only answer was a smirk, but she didn't let go of him until they reached Spencer's door. When she was about to withdraw her hand again, he raised it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against her skin.

"It's not like there are any rules to keep us from being together, so let's just get over with it."

Emily choked on her breath. They had barely gotten together the night before and now announcing it seemed like a fast move for her, as she hadn't considered herself in a relationship for many years at all. She was about to protest, when Reid's words to her came back to her mind and just as he opened the door she decided that there wasn't any reason to hide her feelings any longer. Her hand remained in Derek's and she could stop herself from smiling about that situation.

"Emily." Spencer pulled her into an excited hug, forcing her to let go of Derek after all. He then turned to Morgan and exchanged a few words before inviting them in. Emily barely made it through the hallway when JJ and Garcia came from the living room and gave her an excited hug.

"What are you doing here? Spence said you were in town, but you haven't even called."

"Yeah do I really need to start tracking you phone?" Garcia added.

"Oh Lord, please don't. My life is not that exciting." Emily laughed as the two women tracked her into the living room where they had been working.

"Well looks like you got my full attention, Kid. How can I help you?" Morgan rolled his eyes at the women, who hadn't even acknowledged his presence.

"There are some books in the bed room that need to go back to the living room."

"I'm on it."

The team was working on the apartment for the next hours, deep cleaning it. Emily doubted that it had ever been this clean as Reid was neat but not that much into cleaning to scrub everything down. They mainly kept working as they had each other's company and nobody wanted to go home yet. She had been introduced to Alex Blake, who had gotten her job and was positively surprised by the woman. She didn't have many expectations beforehand, but she soon began to like the other agent. Emily felt like she was a great addition to the team with all her knowledge.

Finally, there was nothing left to clean so as someone suggested ordering lunch everyone was in. They settled in the living room while Emily disappeared to the bathroom. As she came back all the seats were taken. She stood in the door for a moment and Rossi was about to move out of his seat to give it to her, when she began to make her way to where Morgan was sitting in one corner of the couch. She sat down on his lap and then turned her attention to the conversation.

Of course, she didn't miss the raised eyebrow Dave send her way, but she just smirked and decided to not say anything until Garcia or JJ became aware of her unconventional seat. They were still in an in-depth discussion about a present for Henry and him becoming too spoiled, so Emily leaned back into Derek's arms, which he wrapped willingly around her.

Hotch and Alex soon became aware as well and replied the grins of the couple.

"So Emily, you never told us why you are in town?" Rossi couldn't resist putting his younger friend on the spot.

"I missed my friends."

He raised an eyebrow, but he had the wished affect and Garcia and JJ put the attention on the other woman. The techs eyes widened. Of course, everyone in the team had seen the close bond between the partners and everyone knew how much they missed each other, but after six years they hadn't expected anything to change. They were so used seeing them dance around each other that neither of the women had been surprised that they showed up together either.

"Well I wanted to make sure Spencer over there was alright and it just kind of went from there."

"What does Spence have to do with you sitting on Derek's lap?"

"Yeah you never told me that part." Derek jumped in from behind her. He hadn't even realized how closely related the events were.

"He gave me some advice I really needed to hear and what should I say? It worked."

"So you two are official?" Penelope beamed at them.

"Yes." He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her as he responded.

"Well it took them long enough." Rossi's voice sounded through the room: "I could have sworn something was happening after JJ's and Will's wedding, but you two are just too stubborn."

"What should I say, it was worth the wait."

Emily had already blushed slightly at Rossi's words, but now as Morgan added to his, she could feel her cheeks heat up and was sure her face was turning a bright red just that moment.

"Well we are all happy for the two of you." JJ jumped in, saving Emily from having to speak up again. "Although Derek over there will probably be slightly distracted from work now, with you being in London."

"Well yeah we will have to figure that part out."

"I'm sure you find a solution." Hotch said with a smile. "The distance makes every meeting a lot more worth it, although I wish Beth was still here. It would make it easier."

Emily smiled as she directed her glance towards Morgan. She didn't know yet how they were going to solve the problem of the distance between them, but she did know that she was going to follow Reid's advice and not wait again until it was too late. She wanted him in her life, more than anything.


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